George a Green, the Pinner of Wakefield · chunk 1 of 16
Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1590 [1587-1591] (Annals) romance · Sussex's Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.77 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
WElcome to Bradford, martial gentlemen, L. Bonfild, & sir Gilbert Armstrong both, And all my troops, even to my basest groom, Courage and welcome; for the day is ours: Our cause is good, it is for the lands avail: Then let us fight, and die for England's good. We will, my Lord. As I am Henrie Momford, Kendal's Earl, You honour me with this assent of yours, And here upon my sword I make protest, For to relieve the poor, or die myself: And know, my Lords, that Iames, the King of Scots, Wars hard upon the borders of this land: Here is his Post: say, Iohn Taylour, What news with King Iames? War, my Lord: tell, and good news I trow: For king Iame vows to meet you the 26. of this month. God willing, marry doth he sir. My friends, you see what we have to win. Well, Iohn, commend me to king Iames, And tell him I will meet him the 26. of this month, And all the rest: and so farewell. why standst thou as a man in dumps? Courage: for if I win, I'll make thee Duke: I Henry Momford will be King myself, And I will make thee Duke of Lancaster, And Gilbert Armstrong Lord of Doncaster. Nothing, my Lord, makes me amazed at all, But that our soldiers finds our victuals scant: We must make havoc of those country Swains: For so will the rest tremble and be afraid, And humbly send provision to your camp. My Lord Bonfild gives good advice, They make a scorn and stand upon the King: So what is brought, is sent from them perforce; Ask Mannering else. What sayest thou, Mannering? whenas I showed your high commission, They made this answer, Only to send provision for your horses. Well, high thee to Wakefield, bid the Town To send me all provision that I want; lest I, like martial Tamburlaine, lay waste Their bordering Countries, And leaving none alive that contradicts my Commission. Let me alone, my Lord, I'll make them veil their plumes: for whatsoe'er he be, The proudest Knight, justice, or other, that gainsayeth Your word, He clap him fast, to make the rest to fear. Do so Nick: high thee thither presently, And let us hear of thee again to morrow. Will you not remove, my Lord? No: I will lie at Bradford all this night, And all the next: come, Bonfield, let us go, And listen out some bonny lasses here. M. Mannering, stand aside, whilst we confer What is best to do. Townsmen of Wakefield, the Earl of Kendal Here hath sent for victuals; And in aiding him, we show ourselves No less than traitors to the King: Therefore let me hear, Townsmen, What is your consents. even as you please we are all content. Then M. Mannering we are resolved. As how?
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WElcome to Bradford, martiall gentlemen, L. Bonfild, & sir Gilbert Armstrong both, And all my troups, euē to my basest groome, Courage and welcome; for the day is ours: Our cause is good, it is for the lands auayle: Then let vs fight, and dye for Englands good. We will, my Lord. As I am Henrie Momford, Kendals Earle, You honour me with this assent of yours, And here vpon my sword I make protest, For to relieue the poore, or dye myselfe: And know, my Lords, that Iames, the King of Scots, Warres hard vpon the borders of this land: Here is his Post: say, Iohn Taylour, What newes with King Iames? Warre, my Lord: tell, and good newes I trow: For king Iame vowes to meete you the 26. of this month. God willing, marie doth he sir. My friends, you see what we haue to winne. Well, Iohn, commend me to king Iames, And tell him I will meete him the 26. of this month, And all the rest: and so farewell. why standst thou as a man in dumps? Courage: for if I winne, Ile make thee Duke: I Henry Momford will be King my selfe, And I will make thee Duke of Lancaster, And Gilbert Armestrong Lord of Doncaster. Nothing, my Lord, makes me amazde at all, But that our souldiers findes our victuals scant: We must make hauocke of those countrey Swaynes: For so will the rest tremble and be afraid, And humbly send prouision to your campe. My Lord Bonfild giues good aduice, They make a scorne and stand vpon the King: So what is brought, is sent from them perforce; Aske Mannering else. What sayest thou, Mannering? When as I shew'd your high commission, They made this answere, Onely to send prouision for your horses. Well, hye thee to Wakefield, bid the Towne To send me all prouision that I want; Least I, like martiall Tamberlaine, lay waste Their bordering Countries, And leauing none aliue that contradicts my Commission. Let me alone, my Lord, Ile make them Vayle their plumes: for whatsoere he be, The proudest Knight, Iustice, or other, that gaynsayeth Your word, He clap him fast, to make the rest to feare. Doe so Nick: hye thee thither presently, And let vs heare of thee againe to morrowe. Will you not remooue, my Lord? No: I will lye at Bradford all this night, And all the next: come, Bonfield, let vs goe, And listen out some bonny lasses here. M. Mannering, stand aside, whilest we conferre What is best to doe. Townesmen of Wakefield, the Earle of Kendall Here hath sent for victuals; And in ayding him, we shewe our selues No lesse than traytours to the King: Therefore let me heare, Townesmen, What is your consents. Euen as you please we are all content. Then M. Mannering we are resolu'd. As howe?